On the eye that looks coldly on me.
“As the mirror that’s just to each blemish or grace,
To myself will my image reflect;
But to none but myself will that image retrace,
Nor picture one absent defect.”
To myself let my friend be a mirror as true,
Thus my faults from all others conceal,
Nor ever when absent those foibles renew,
“That from heav’n and from man he should veil.”